Savoli did not reply. He still gazed at the gangster. Then he turned toward Borrango, and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
Borrango stared at Cronin also, and made no sign in reply. Savoli evidently took this as a mark of approval.
“Steve,” he said, “you have done some nice work. Some very nice work.”
Cronin grinned at the compliment.
“Very nice work,” resumed Savoli. “You think you can do more nice work?”
“Anything you want, Nick,” replied Cronin gruffly. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”
“What do you think, Mike?” asked Savoli, turning to Borrango.
The tall Italian thereupon shrugged his shoulders.
“You need another man, Nick,” he said, in a smooth, musical voice. “I think that Steve can speak for himself. You heard what he just said.”
CRONIN looked at Borrango, and gripped his hands together in simulation of a handshake. It was his method of thanking Borrango for the recommendation. He did not know that Savoli and Borrango had discussed this matter before he had arrived.